Rising Red Lung
I saw the rising red lung glisten under the sun
I wonder when it will pop in the snow
A melody is a mistake, an embrace at the wake
How long does it take for us to know?
I wanna wake that's been blown for something I've known
Buried under a mount of snow
Found a fix for the fits, come listen to this
It's intimate as a kiss over a phone and it goes
Found a fix for the fits, come listen to this
It's buried under the hiss and it glows
Like a powerful smile, car radio dial
It's intimate as a kiss over a phone and it goes